We are anticipating the arrival of the biggest snow storm we’ve had in 30 years.
Hootervillians are excited and nervous and buying milk and bread at break neck speed. Schools have already shut down to avoid transportation problems later in the day. Sleds and inner tubes are being readied. Boots, gloves and hats are being located.
Mothers are getting medicated and drunk.
When I was in first grade we had a major snow storm which closed the school systems for a month. Yes, a MONTH.
I spent the whole month playing in the snow with my feet wrapped in three pair of socks, plastic bread bags (to help keep the snow out), boots and five layers of clothes. We built snowmen, had snow ball fights, sledded and ran in and out of the house in wet clothes fifty times a day.
After a few weeks, the school system started mailing assignments to everyone at home to keep from getting so behind in the school year.
My brother and I played, yelled, fought and ate everything in the house…including all the bread and milk.
My poor mother not only had to feed us ten times a day, dry our snow clothes countless times but then had to homeschool us.
It was soon after I think my mom secretly had a tubal.
Today is first day of school being out for snow.
As God as my witness, if I am home with these kids a month I will need much more than a tubal.
I will need a lobotomy.
To celebrate/mourn the impending snow storm, I’m sharing with you a tradition from my mom.
1 gallon fresh “clean” snow-this means no yellow/brown snow
2 tsp vanilla
1 pinch salt
1 cup sugar
3/4 half and half or whipping cream
Mix all ingredients well and place into freezer until firm.